fight

arena

I woke up. I didn’t sleep well. It’s hard to sleep when tied up. Got an ache in my back and an itch on my nose that just wouldn’t go away. I was woken up by the Orc captain I met earlier. I didn’t catch his name. Something with lots of G’s and R’s. Gggrrr? Orc’s have silly names.
He moved me to a new cell with 4 other people. I recognised one of them as Oswald Pineshadow, a fine young goblin from my tribe. Lovely boy, lots of potential. Good musician. He can play the bag pipes oh so well and he has such a way with words. We started communicating in our native tongue about escape plans but decided against it when a fellow prisoner called Charles Defoe overheard our conversation and pointed out the strength of the guards. Mr. Defoe is an Orc but speaks with the grace of a human or even an elf. Very lovely man. I’m sure he will support our cause giving his civilised upbringing. The other two prisoners were humans. We kept our distance. They seemed a little…edgy around us but helped us greatly when we were thrown into the arena later that day.
We were given a little time to prepare ourselves but where then forced to face the mother fucking Gloomrock tribe in combat. Of course we destroyed those uncivilised treacherous fuckers within minutes. Shows what great affect intellect has on a battle situation. Bet they wish they followed me now.
The second round was a little harder. We faced 5 Ogres almost straight after the Gloomrocks. They were strong. A fine example of the power of giant races. Almost seemed a shame to put an end to their lives. But we are fighting for our survival and alls fair on a battle field.
Now we are waiting for round 3 of 5. I hope its not too hard. I for one am fucking tired.

Opening

Its evening time in the town of Giragal, a low mist descends on the town as the sound of music and laughter buzzes from the drunken dragon tavern. Inside the crowded bar a small person snarls at the humans that surrounds him, the plump barmen strolls over to Oswald Pineshadow and ask in a jolly voice. “what can i get you” he then retreats in fear as he stares into his red gleaming eyes. “3 flagons of mead” Ozwald replied, in a harsh whisper. The barman slowly reached under the bar, eyes still fixed on Ozwalds face. a second later 3 flagons where in front of Ozwold he threw some money at the barmen, and skulked off to a table next to the fire; to join his companion’s. A map was strewn across the table, as Ozwald approached the smaller of the heroes who’s face was covered spoke in giant, “why are we here with these skum Ozwald” as Ozwald pulled up an armchair, and sat next to his companions. As the words left the heroes mouth a few nearby townsfolk threw them fearful looks and shuffled away from there table. Ozwold replied in giant “we needed to restock, so please just behave we cant afford a conflict at the moment.” as Ozwold passed out the flagons to his friends. As the heroes drank they disgusted there plans as they pondered over the map

A blog for your campaign

While the wiki is great for organizing your campaign world, it’s not the best way to chronicle your adventures. For that purpose, you need a blog!

The Adventure Log will allow you to chronologically order the happenings of your campaign. It serves as the record of what has passed. After each gaming session, come to the Adventure Log and write up what happened. In time, it will grow into a great story!

Best of all, each Adventure Log post is also a wiki page! You can link back and forth with your wiki, characters, and so forth as you wish.

One final tip: Before you jump in and try to write up the entire history for your campaign, take a deep breath. Rather than spending days writing and getting exhausted, I would suggest writing a quick “Story So Far” with only a summary. Then, get back to gaming! Grow your Adventure Log over time, rather than all at once.